Biography of John Bowring
Sir John Bowring, KCB (17 October 1792 – 23 November 1872) was an English political economist, traveller, miscellaneous writer, polyglot, and the 4th Governor of Hong Kong.
John Bowring's Works:
* Specimens of the Russian Poets (1821–1823)
* Peter Schlemihl, a German Story (Translation, 1824)
* Batavian Anthology (1824)
* Ancient Poetry and Romances of Spain (1824)
* Hymns (Privately published, 1825) This includes the hymns In the cross of Christ I Glory, and Watchman, Tell Us Of The Night, both still used in many churches.
* Specimens of the Polish Poets (1827)
* Serbian Popular Poetry (1827)
* Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
* Cheskian Anthology (1832)
* Bentham's Deontology (Editor, 1834). Volume I, Volume II
* Minor Morals (1834)
* Manuscript of the Queen's Court (1843)
* The Decimal System in Numbers, Coins and Accounts (1854)
* The Kingdom and People of Siam (1857)
* Translations from Hungarian poet Alexander Petofi (1866)
* Various other pamphlets
John Bowring Poems
Death! Where Is Thy Sting?
Where is thy sting, O Death! Grave! where thy victory? The clod may sleep in dust beneath, The spirit will be free!
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, He feels the presence of a God: Around, above, beneath,-where'er His thought can reach, a God is there.
Keep the unity of spirit, Keep it in the bonds of peace, So alone shall we inherit Hope, and truth, and blessedness.
If the hours of life are fleeting, Let those hours be well employed! Working, resting, parting, meeting, Life was given to be enjoyed.
Lord! I Believe
Lord! I believe: but if a doubt Should shake my weak and wand'ring soul, Let Reason drive the intruder out,
We Walk By Faith, And Not By Sight
We walk by faith, and not by sight; And if we ever go astray, Do Thou, O Lord! conduct us right, And lead us in our onward way.
God Near In Sorrow
Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel, In all our gloom and wand'rings here, No night of sorrow can conceal Man from Thy notice, from Thy care.
To A Mother On The Death Of A Child
'Like morning dew He sparkled; was exhaled, and went to heaven;' That promise for the innocent was given, And is divinely true.
God Our Strength
Have ye not seen? have ye not heard? And hath it not been told to you? 'From the beginning,' that the Lord Will strengthen, will uphold you?
I wander through a foreign land, And still Thy love is mine; And, guided by Thy gracious hand, I feel that I am Thine.
Hope In God
O there are hours so dark and dull, That nought of earthly light can cheer; Hours full of fear-and sorrowful- When the worn spirit has no ear
God Our Comforter
I'll trust my future fate to Thee, All-good, all-wise, Almighty One! If Thou control my destiny, And I repose on Thee alone,
Now tell me what is chivalry? To battle in the foremost fight For anything-for wrong-for right, For some fair lady's scornful smile,
His Mortal Shall Put On Immortality
When shall mortal man be crowned, Crowned with immortality? Shadows here our path surround; Nothing is reality.
It Is Finished
''Tis finished,' the Redeemer said,
And then He bowed His sacred head,
And then He died. The sun concealed
His face in darkness-not to see
That hour of crime and misery-
And earth with shame and terror reeled.
The mountains shook-the firmament